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  “That’s him! You should know that he never grants any exclusive interviews except the top-tier financial media houses!”


  “Mommy!”


  A crystal-clear voice attracted everyone’s attention.

  “Mommy?”


  “Did this child address Yun Shishi as his mommy?”


  “Hey, look! These two boys resemble each other exactly…… They’re twins!”


  “I recognize the boy; he’s Mu Yichen, Mu Yazhe’s son and the Mu Group’s future heir.”


  “Hasn’t Mu Yazhe already left his family?”


  All around her, curious whispers were ripe.

  Yun Shishi looked at her youngest son then at her older twin. Finally, her confused gaze fell on her husband, and everything came to light in a flash!

  No wonder Qin Zhou looked at her with such meaningful eyes when he was talking about the details of the press conference.

  He told her, ‘Shishi, don’t worry. You only need to take care of the first part of the reception; someone will take care of the rest for you.

  ‘You’re not alone.’


  Her eyes turned red instantly.

  Ignoring the reporters’ chatter, Youyou dashed through the crowd until he arrived in front of his mother; his heartwarming small face was full of heartache and guilt as he raised his head to look at her.

  “Mommy, we’re late. Sorry to have made you suffer!”


  The actress’s eyes rimmed redder as she tried to suppress the countless grievances surging inside her. She squatted and hugged the boy firmly. The woman could finally not suppress hot tears from rolling down her face onto his shoulders and collar.

  The steamy hot tears slid down his skin.

  At last……

  At long last, she could hold her son in public and embrace him openly.

  She had waited for this moment for a very long time!

  “Youyou……”


  “Mommy……” Her son’s voice suddenly became choked up, too.

  He had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, too.

  Finally, he could put his arms around his dear mommy in front of so many people, in front of so many cameras, and in front of the entire nation.

  Mu Yichen also squeezed through the crowd and ran to their side, hugging his brother and mother hard.

  Mu Yazhe’s eyes flickered for a moment, then his lips hooked into a gentle smile as he strode toward her as well.

  He rarely appeared before a camera, especially in such a public occasion; this was his first time appearing live before the national audience.

  It felt good surprisingly, though!

  The man’s demeanor emanated a terrifying aura—noble and arrogant; his presence, much like a heavenly visit from above, allowed no blasphemy. The sea of reporters immediately formed a path for him to pass through languidly, and not one of them dared to block him.

  Some bold reporters, with their microphones carefully held high, followed by his side. Their lips trembled for some time, but none had the courage to speak a word!

  Nobody had the boldness or courage to speak up!

  The man ignored the strange and surprised gazes thrown in his direction. He slowly walked up to her, squatted gently, and extended his palm toward her with a loving gaze. “My wife, I’m sorry I’m late.”


  “My wife!”


  Everyone drew in a cold breath sharply.

  This noble and extraordinary man actually addressed her as his wife!

  This was a positive recognition of her status!

  All the doubts and questions fell through instantly!